“Though they haven’t yet tried, both have clearly spoiled their chances of meeting a girl tonight. They waste their time with meaningless banter, the fetishization of discussion and debate. I’m observing not because I find them in any away attractive; rather, I’m watching them being watched by a man that I’ve never seen before. He’s eyeing them like they’ve stolen something from him and it’s there, in that glare, that I see a glimpse, something promising. Might he be… But I’m swaying to the music. I’m not supposed to be aware of what happens next: Both of the young guys hold drinks in their hands like lifelines. Sip, gulp, refill. They are dressed in current fashion which does nothing for me but make it easier to lose them in the sea of clubbers looking, acting, smelling, and smiling alike. I have a very specific type.”